Tonight on that warm glowing box: Chuck tries to uncover secrets about his mother on Gossip Girl, things get sad on True Life: I Need a Transplant, and Jessica Simpson goes to Thailand to bleach her asshole.
Because people are boring, Chatroulette has lost its luster. The only way it's even remotely entertaining now is when someone can offer something besides their exposed junk. This piano player (who takes requests!) is that someone. Get ready to smile.
LuAnn, the Countess of Crackerjacks, may have written the book on etiquette, but she was behaving disgracefully at a party this weekend. Do we really expect any of the Housewives to behave like real ladies? Dirty details inside.
You're probably tired of smelling like steak and used diapers all day because, let's face it, you're disgusting. Maybe a fragrance is in order. It shouldn't be too offensive, but should remain familiar. Perhaps the literal scent of a woman?
Tina Fey will return to SNL hosting duties, Undercover Boss continues to be a ratings juggernaut, Peter Graves is dead, Ross Gellar is tying the knot, and Blossom may be a Nazi. Forget it Jack, it's Monday's link round-up.
There are times when the man pictured on the front page of the paper is a total hottie. Read further and you learn he's a terrorist or murderer. Here are some crushes that come with a side serving of guilt.
